Go back to the past to plant trees

After spending most of the day making the bread, Zhao Jinquan finally succeeded.

Feng Cheng glanced at it and found that the presentation was much better than his first attempt. He took a bite and found that the softness and aroma were much better than his.

"Not bad, much better than mine. You have a talent for cooking."

After finishing his meal, Feng Cheng gave Zhao Jinquan a very earnest compliment.

"Hehe, actually I think I can do better. Next time I'll let it rise a little more before putting it in to bake, and that will probably be even better."

"Then when the next supply arrives, I'll have them replace it with some fine grains. I'll teach you how to make a cake then."

As the vegetables in the garden ripen, there will be more and more food on the table. Feng Cheng and Zhao Jinquan won't have to keep focusing on eating the potatoes and sweet potatoes anymore. With more new things to eat, they can eat less of those potatoes and sweet potatoes. And as the pumpkins and winter melons ripen, they will have even more to eat. In a while, the two of them will plant some sweet potatoes in the garden. At that time, it won't be a question of whether there will be enough to eat, but whether they can finish eating them all.

Therefore, the supplies provided by the bureau can be replaced with finer grains. This way, the quantity is reduced, and Feng Cheng can eat some better food instead of constantly farting like a sweet potato.

"cake?"

"What is a cake?" Zhao Jinquan asked curiously.

"Um... something that tastes even better than bread."

Feng Cheng thought for a moment, and for someone who had never heard of bread or cake, he knew that these were the only words he could use to describe him.

"Is it easy to make?"

"It's alright, a little harder than making bread, but not particularly difficult."

"That's good. You must teach me when the time comes, Brother Feng."

"I'll definitely teach him," Feng Cheng thought. With a willing and capable subordinate like him, how could he not teach him? Once he taught him, he'd have a share of the profits, just like he was doing now.

Thinking of this, Feng Cheng thought of other things, such as milk tea, soda, and beer, things that he could make at home.

Thanks to short videos, Feng Cheng learned how to do so many things. Although he had never done them before, he remembered them well. Well, it's the kind of thing netizens say: you can understand it in your mind, but you can't do it in your hands.

But that's not a problem. There's someone willing to help out. If they make something, they eat it themselves; if they don't, they feed it to the dog. Xiao Liu isn't a picky eater.

Once Zhao Jinquan learns the skills, life on the dam won't be too bad. He'll have plenty to eat and drink, and he'll be able to settle down and focus. He should be able to live a pretty comfortable life for the next year or so before the advance team arrives.

I don't have the ingredients for beer and milk tea right now, so I can't make them, but soda is super easy to make, and the ingredients are right here at the campsite.

Thinking of this, Feng Cheng said to Zhao Jinquan, "Jinquan, I've thought of something good. Come on, I'll teach you how to make it."

"What is it? Is it something to eat?"

"Something to drink," Feng Cheng replied before getting up and going to the kitchen.

Zhao Jinquan followed curiously behind.

After Feng Cheng arrived in the kitchen, he took out a bowl, poured in half a bowl of water, and then added some baking soda. He didn't know how much baking soda to add, but it didn't matter; he could just try it out.

Zhao Jinquan watched Feng Cheng intently as he worked. He couldn't understand what Feng Cheng was doing, but judging from the looks of it, he was probably preparing food and drinks.

After adding baking soda and stirring well, Feng Cheng added a small spoonful of sugar. He didn't dare to add too much, because in those days, sugar was rationed. He only got eight ounces a month, and if he didn't eat it sparingly, it would be gone in no time.

Looking at the white sugar in the jar, Feng Cheng suddenly thought that he could make some maltose. That stuff is simple and easy to make. All he needs is some wheat and rice. The materials are not expensive or difficult to obtain. Moreover, once he makes maltose, he can achieve sugar freedom. In this era of scarce resources, sugar is also a very good nutritional supplement.

Another idea popped into Feng Cheng's mind, but he didn't think about it too much, as he was currently making a simplified version of old-fashioned soda.

After adding white sugar and stirring for a while to dissolve it, Feng Cheng picked up the rice vinegar and slowly poured it in.

Sizzle...

After the rice vinegar was poured in, the water in the bowl suddenly started bubbling and made a series of sounds. Feng Cheng picked it up and took a small sip, feeling that it was quite bubbly. However, he was not satisfied and poured in a little more vinegar. The water in the bowl instantly boiled, and some of it even overflowed the bowl.

Feeling that it was about time, Feng Cheng picked up the glass and took a big gulp.

Hmm, it's sour, not very sweet, I didn't put in enough sugar.

The bubbles were okay, but the taste... well, it wasn't as good as the online reviews said. It had bubbles, but the taste was really strange.

I knew it wouldn't be that simple; this production was clearly a failure.

"It doesn't taste good," Feng Cheng said, putting down his bowl and shaking his head.

"Not tasty?"

Zhao Jinquan was somewhat skeptical, but he picked up the bowl and started drinking.

Then he made a strange expression, "This tastes so weird!"

"Just throw it away!" Feng Cheng shook his head and left the kitchen, looking very disappointed.

He had also seen several other methods for making sparkling water, such as Sprite made with pine needles and Coca-Cola made with cinnamon, but those required a lot of preparation and were not feasible at the moment. Moreover, after this mishap, Feng Cheng was quite skeptical of these methods.

When I watched the video and they raved about it so much, I actually thought it could taste that good. It was all an act, really.

In contrast, Feng Cheng preferred to make the milk tea his mother used to make, the kind that had been proven to be drinkable and tasted pretty good, as long as it had milk, tea, and sugar.

After Feng Cheng left, Zhao Jinquan looked at the bowl of soda in front of him, took another sip with some reluctance, smacked his lips, savored the taste, and still felt it didn't taste good.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Jinquan poured out the half bowl of water in his hand, and then made another bowl following Feng Cheng's example.

After taking another small sip, Zhao Jinquan had to admit that this stuff just didn't taste good.

Shaking his head in disappointment, Zhao Jinquan looked at the little sugar left and had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​trying again.

Zhao Jinquan really wanted to drink some of the soda that Brother Feng mentioned, the kind that Beijingers drink. He thought it would taste really good, but it was a pity he couldn't make it himself.

There must be something missing! Zhao Jinquan thought he would ask Brother Feng when he had some free time to see if he had missed anything or missed a step. The soda that Beijingers love to drink must be delicious, and he wanted to drink some himself. Also, once he learned how to make it, he could go back and make it for his family.

In the countryside, the food and drinks are very simple. Everyone yearns for the life of city dwellers and wants to try the things in the city. In this era, the life of city dwellers is the trend.